Metal Voices

These things, you see - Filled with metal, voices filled with lead Dragging, dropping, voices clanking off voices Silver dust in the air. Tangible Like A ripened cluster of fat grapes, twisted off the vine But not nearly so soft Not nearly so sweet. Voices like wine, Like grapes left to rot Wine in metal glasses raised to the air in a Mocking toast Metal not oxygen In our lungs Leaden, like the drop of a heart breaking. These things, you see - Voices that fill up the whole air Leaving no room for breath.

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